George sat himself at the back of the bar, back to the wall and well aware of all entrances. That was the life of a man who had made a few enemies in his career. Granted, most knew that if they were to try anything that it would be their last thought, but he still liked to be safe. It was a habit more than anything. He sat and watched the small crowd in the nondescript bar. He didn’t go for anything flashy, but definitely for something with class. He didn’t slum. Which brought him to the thought of his company for the evening. She’d find him by spotting the singular white rose in the vase on the table, that was what they had agreed upon when he had called. He did his research, he needed someone who could look the part and be believable but wasn’t well-known enough to draw attention. In fact, he was fairly certain no one in his circle of acquaintances would be any the wiser. Sipping his scotch, he spotted someone come in his direction. George had to admit, she was stunning. Perfect for his need this evening. Standing to greet her, he extended his hand, “You must be Lily. I’m sure you understand the importance of meeting here first, privacy and all that.”